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stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.
“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”
“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”
“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.
“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”
“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”
“…yes,” you whimper.
“Then fucking arch it.”
You sniffle. “Okay.”
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“
“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”
“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.
“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”
“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”
“I… I don’t know—“
“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”
“Please.”
“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”
And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.
"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.
“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
A loud knock jolts you from your focus, your stationery practically shakes from the force. You murmur to yourself, “What now?” Irritation evident in your voice as you push yourself out of your seat at your desk and head towards your dorm door.
You’re met with a very groggy, very out-of-it Satoru.
“Satoru? What are you doing here — why have you got gauze in your mouth?”
He pushed past you with a groan and flopped down onto your bed as if he owned it. “Just got my wisdom teeth removed, sweets.” His words were slurred, almost incoherent. You stared at him, pondering why on earth your fuck buddy was coming to your dorm out of all places after just having his teeth extracted.
“Aren't you going to cuddle me?”
You snorted at his garbled words, the idea being so foreign that the only reasonable reaction was to laugh. “Satoru, we never cuddle after you visit, we high five and one of us leaves after getting dressed.” The white-haired man’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at your words, “But… why would I not want to cuddle my girlfriend?”
Hold on, girlfriend?
How many painkillers was this guy on?
You moved closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and rubbing your hand up and down his shin. “We aren’t dating, Toru. We just hook up sometimes, remember?” You tried to sound as kind as possible, lowering your voice so as not to embarrass him. Satoru however just shook his head, drool slipping from the sides of his mouth as he sat up.
“Nuh uh, we are dating because I’m sooo in love with you, pretty girl.” He tried to smirk but his cotton-stuffed mouth prevented that, instead, he ended up looking a tiny bit lopsided.
You froze, eyes wide, mouth agape at his confession. “You don’t mean that, you’re practically high from how many meds you’re on.” You tried to get up but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the bed with him. “No, I love you.” He repeated in a sing-song voice, nuzzling his head into your hand.
“My girlfriend, let me love you...” You felt him starting to fall limp against your hand, eyes wavering as he fought a drug-induced sleep. You signed, leaning closer in to press a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “We can talk about whatever that was tomorrow, Toru.”
“Let me love you… don’t you give up, nah-nah-nah…”
“You listen to Justin Bieber?”
“Suguru played it in the car, told me to serenade you…”
when i lowkey have six drafts but i cant finish them cuz i started other posts already and if i have a post idea i have to write it down or i forget abt it and die
you think you missed out on having a secret admirer but drunk gojo’s about to expose them
The bar was too loud, too sticky, and far too full of couples. You swirl the straw in your margarita, watching the condensation drip onto the wood.
Across from you, Shoko and Geto are practically sharing a chair, whispering something that makes the brunette woman giggle. It's almost nauseating how sweet they are.
You'd met most of this group in high school, became a tight knit bunch all the way through university with memories everyone dreams of having in their youth. Sneaking out of windows, going to parties you definitely shouldn't be at, running from the cops because someone thought stripping and bolting through the park at night was a good dare, road trips and summer vacations that were captured on camera and now stay on the fridges of the homes you all used to talk about owning during late nights on the rooftop of Gojo's family home.
People envy friendships like yours. The kind where everyone fits together like pieces of a puzzle, where each person is just as important as anyone else and has their own purposes. Where you could just go over to each other's houses unannounced or kick back in a restaurant or bar that the staff recognize you as regulars at.
Over the years, you've all had the privilege of watching each other grow, sometimes stumble but you made sure to go back and help them up. Everyone's invited to family weddings and get together because you might as well be blood now. You've seen Gojo's really bad haircut, Geto down in the dumps when he was spiraling, Nanami's emo phase, Shoko's energy drink addiction that nearly put her in hospital, Utahime's hatred for Gojo grow into something horrifyingly soft, Toji be accepted into the group after beefing with Geto and Gojo all throughout high school and even help Sukuna babysit his nephew Yuji who's the group's honorary child now.
No one is left behind.
Except right now, you feel like you're in another galaxy while your friends orbit around each other. It's 11:30 PM on a Friday, the witching hour where the group’s conversation transitions from mundane work complaints to the kind of messy, unvarnished honesty that only comes after three rounds of double gins.
Leaning back in the vinyl booth, your head thumps lightly against the wall as your gaze sweeps over your friends. To your left, Gojo and Utahime are whispering about a weekend trip, across from you, Shoko is absentmindedly tracing patterns on the back of her boyfriend’s hand as he banters with Toji about who won the last round of pool. Mayumi is tucked under Toji's arm and you honestly don't know how he bagged her but you're happy for him.
You're happy for all of them, truly. Surprise engagement photos are flashing in your mind, wedding bells are ringing in your head, the crying of a baby scattered in there too along with everything else that comes with healthy, content couples like your friends are.
Though it's just a reminder of how lonely you are. Sure, you have a great career, a lively social life and a stellar support system. You never gave relationships much of a thought. Not when your friends were there to fulfill all your affection needs and the occasional fling or not-so-boyfriend to tend to your sexual cravings.
But now that they're all finding their person, you're all the more aware of how cold and vacant the spot next to you is even in this cramped booth.
Your friends would call you cute all the time. Mostly the guys, as they pinch your cheeks and coo. You wanted to be pretty, hot, maybe even sexy but no, you were stuck in the adorable category. Then you get your girl friends who are in your story replies saying they'd do anything to fuck you and other debauchery which you appreciate but they're definitely just flattering you.
All that nonsense about guys being too scared to approach you because you're “soooooo beautiful” was a whole lot of nonsense. Men have audacity so that would never stop them. And now most just wanted sex or a girlfriend without actually committing. It absolutely sucked.
With alcohol sloshing in your belly and a heavy feeling in your chest, you push out your bottom lip, eyes bowing at how lovey dovey the couples around you are.
“You guys are so cute, I'm gonna be sick,” you coo, earning laughs and thank you's from the lot of them as you trace the wet surface of your glass, doodling mindless hearts. “High school sweethearts. What a cliché, huh? I wish I had someone who liked me back then.”
“What makes you think no one did?” Geto asks, pressing a kiss to the back of Shoko's hand as he gives you a sly, low-lidded stare.
His girlfriend not so subtly elbows him in the side and his demeanor loosens, a serpent-like curl still playing on his lips as he relents.
Okay, that was weird. Something is definitely up.
Scoffing, you flick your wrist at him. “Oh, please. I'd know if someone liked me back then. I'm sure of it.”
An impolite snort comes from your far left where Toji lifts his bottle to take a swig, mossy green eyes finding yours through his dark fringe. “Is that right?”
Brows knitting, you glance around the table at how everyone is secretly amused by something you're clearly out of the loop about. The women are averting their gazes and looking down to hide their guilty smiles while the men are snickering and nudging each other.
“Yeah, it is right,” you double down, taking too big of a sip of your cocktail, face twisting in a grimace as you get a mouthful of liquor rather than sweetness.
“I’m going to die alone,” you announce, loud enough to cut through the chatter. “Twenty-five years on this earth, and I’ve never even had a proper confession. Not one. I’m clearly defective.”
“You're just picky, hon,” Nanami says, not looking up from Suki's hair that he's playing with. The lovely baker he met at his favorite shop to get bread.
“I’m not picky! I’m unwanted,” you retort. You pointedly ignore Sukuna, who's sitting at the far end of the booth, scrolling through his phone with a look of profound boredom.
He hadn’t said two words to you all night, which is an improvement from his usual habit of telling you that you breathed too loud. While he's in the same boat as you—you think, you don't really poke your nose in his personal life—he's not as bothered by all the love in the air as you are.
“I am the human equivalent of a 'Do Not Disturb' sign. No one has ever had a crush on me. No one has ever confessed. I’m just... unappealing. I’m going to be the eccentric aunt who dies in a house full of vintage typewriters and resentment.”
Sukuna snorts, his eyes fixed on his phone playing muted sports. “Maybe if you stopped narrating your life like a Victorian tragedy, people could stand to be in the same room as you.”
You didn't even spare him a glance. “Do you hear a buzzing noise? It’s like an annoying gnat is trying to speak.”
The table goes quiet for a second, a familiar tension settling in. It had been like this since junior year of high school. You remember the library—you'd tried to be nice, offering him a Gatorade and some Advil because he looked like death warmed over, and he’d told you to *'shut the fuck up'* in front of everyone.
And just like that the secret, agonizing crush you'd been harboring since freshman year had died a violent death right then and there, the teeth-aching sweetness curdling into something bitter and sour.
Suddenly, Gojo—who is about four beers deep and vibrating with chaotic energy—let out a sharp, wet giggle. Pushing his sunglasses up clumsily into his silvery tufts of hair, glossy sapphire eyes meet yours, sparkling with mirth.
“You’re so full of it, sweetheart,” Gojo grins, leaning over the table. “You’re not invisible. Someone’s had their eye on you literally forever. It’s like... a group-wide open secret.”
That has you pausing, slowly drawing your drink away from your glossy lips. “What? Who?”
A loaded quietness blankets the booth as your friends engage in a game of eye tag. Many of them try to catch Gojo's eyes to tell him to abort this mission but they're glued to you.
Sukuna on the other hand, is still on his phone but his grip tightens ever so slightly.
“Come on, you can't be that dens—Ouch! Why did you kick me, babe?” The utensils and glasses rattle when Gojo's knee hits the underside of the table and Utahime gives him a pointed look she uses on her students.
You would have shut right up if you were on the receiving end of that but Gojo just kisses his teeth, turning back to you with a crooked grin and droopy eyes. He's so drunk.
“Satoru, shut it,” Geto warns, but he is grinning. He's just saying that so Shoko doesn't chew him out for not trying to stop his best friend later.
“No, no, she thinks she’s unlovable! It’s tragic!” Gojo croons, facing you with an exaggerated pout, his eyes bright with drunken mischief. “Trust me, sweetheart. We all know someone who wanted you badly since high school and you could've lived the teenage dream if he just manned up and confessed.”
That has you perking up, the boredom that was settling in your bones seeping out with your next exhale. “Really? Who?”
Gojo cackles now. “Who's the one person who treats you like a pest because they've got the emotional range of a teaspoon?”
Eyes narrowing, you don't have to think hard about it as your brows climb high and Gojo nods in confirmation, jerking his head towards the man in question.
“Hey, remember tenth grade? When you had that growth spurt over the summer and your school skirts got like, three inches shorter? Ryomen spent an entire semester grumbling about how 'distracting' you were. He told me you were 'infuriatingly cute' at least once a week. He almost lost his mind.”
The sound of Sukuna's phone hitting the table is deafening. “What the fuck, Satoru? Stop talking.”
“Hell no, I’m on a roll!” Gojo hollers, dodging the pink-haired man's reach as his tanned, tatted arm reaches out to silence the traitor. “He was sporting a hard-on all the fucking time whenever you were around. It was embarrassing.”
You blink, your mind flashing back to high school. You'd spent those years avoiding him like he was a biohazard because your heart would do a pathetic little flip every time he walked by. Then had come the library incident and you'd disliked him ever since. The asshole made it easy when he got all big and scary with those beefy muscles and intricate tattoos that you definitely don't like.
“He's drunk,” Sukuna grunts, his voice low and dangerous, a red flush creeping up his neck. “He’s spouting bullshit.”
“Am I?” Gojo challenges, leaning over the table. “What about uni? Every time I told you I was going to visit her across campus, you were suddenly 'bored' and wanted to tag along. You hate road trips but you were coming if she was too. And the parties—you’d complain for hours about how much you hate crowds, but the second you heard she was going, you were in the car. Oh, and the snacks! Who do you think buys the salt-and-vinegar chips for every hangout? We all hate them. But you’re picky, and he makes sure they’re there.”
“Also that time you were all heartbroken over that Naoya prick—I did warn you about him but I digress—and you texted Choso to come feed your cat because you were all sad and miserable?” You straighten at that. “Yeah, you messaged the wrong Itadori. Sukuna was the one who came.”
That memory is vivid in your head. You'd been cooped up in your bedroom, not wanting to see anyone or go anywhere after you let that disgusting pig date you only to find out it was a bet. Choso was the friend who wouldn't ask questions or try to get you out of your dorm so you asked him.
In hindsight, you didn't actually check who came in, just heard the sound of boots and your cat meowing before a hand with black nail polish set down your favorite takeout on the nightstand then left.
Sukuna's vibrating with tension now, his knuckles white around his glass. “I don't—I'm not doing this. Why would I like someone who clearly thinks I’m a prick? She hasn't said a nice word to me since—hell, I don't even know when.”
“Maybe because you’re a dick to her!” Gojo shouts, laughing. “God, you’re so mad because you have absolutely zero game. Negative game. You’re playing at a deficit, man.”
“I have plenty of game,” Sukuna snaps, his ego finally getting poked hard enough to bruise, inked face drawn into a scowl.
“Doubt it,” Gojo snorts, trying to steal a sip of his girlfriend's drink but she dodges. He's clearly had enough. “I’ve seen you try to flirt. It’s like watching a car crash. Honestly, I'm a better kisser than you and I’ve got a mouth full of braces-trauma.”
Sukuna lets out a dry, harsh laugh. “You wish, you absolute lightweight.”
The table is watching them go back and forth like a tennis match.
“Are you guys messing with me?” you question, voice a little high with the laughter you're trying to contain. It's hilarious watching Gojo provoke the other man who's evidently mortified under all that irritation.
“No,” Shoko blurts. “Man's had it bad for you. Probably still does.”
You huff, slumping back in your seat. “No fucking way.”
“They're lying. You know how they like to talk shit.” Sukuna gestures to Gojo, Shoko and Geto like they're some troublesome trio. “Right, Toji?”
“Don't get me involved, man,” the other man chuckles.
Gojo points and laughs. “Hah! You're still denying it. You have no game and you're probably a bad kisser too.”
Sukuna's tattoos crinkle as he scrunches his face. “How do those two things even correlate? I'd kiss you right now if you didn't have a girlfriend to hide behind.”
“Oh!” Utahime chokes on a startled laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and eyes twinkling like she wouldn't be opposed to that.
A strange, electric heat rises in your chest. The resentment, the years of bickering, the library—it all felt like it's condensing into a single point of pressure.
“Prove it,” you dare him.
The arguing stops instantly. Sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you. The flush is still there, spreading across his chest that's exposed by his two buttons being undone, but his crimson eyes are dark and focused. “What?”
“You heard me,” you say, your voice steadier than you feel. Leaning forward, you cross your arms on the sticky table. “Prove Satoru wrong. Or are you just all talk?”
Scarlet eyes sear into yours for a few beats. The ambient noise of the bar—the jukebox playing a nineties rock song, the clink of glasses—sway into open water. He stands up, rounding the booth like a shark and grips the edge of the table next to you.
“Move, Cho,” he commands Choso, who has been minding his own business next to Yuki but he raises his hands with a sigh and stands up.
Something woodsy and masculine washes over you as he slides into the seat next to you. You don't have time to appreciate it as hooks a big hand behind your neck, his thumb resting just under your jawline. Ducking his head, his face is inches from yours, and for a second, you think he's going to chicken out.
Then he kisses you.
It isn't a chaste kiss. It isn't soft or tentative. It's deep, confident, and tastes like gin and something candied. His lips are as soft as petals, puckering and relaxing against yours in sweet pulls as his tongue swipes over yours, coating it in a minty, mellow taste.
Smothering you, he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, making you melt in his massive arms. A gravelly groan rumbles in his chest when you lick across his teeth and suck on his tongue slow and sloppy.
His hand tightens slightly in your hair, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating off him. Under the table, his knee presses into your thigh.
When he breaks away with a string of saliva stretching between you, he stays there, breaths shallow as he glares at you down the line of his strong nose.
“Did I prove him wrong?” he rasps, his eyes searching yours as he withdraws like he didn't just leave you drunk on him.
Swallowing, you take in his messy hair, his annoyed expression, and the way he's still holding you crushed to his body, all your softness molding to his firmness.
“Eh, not the best I've had,” you reply with a half-shrug as you untangle yourself from him as if the ghost of the kiss isn't burning on your lips. As if your stomach doesn't swoop and your panties aren't wet.
“God, you're so fucking annoying. This is why no one's confessed to you,” he clicks his tongue, drawing back as well and taking a swig of Choso's drink.
His irises are wine red now as you wipe the cherry flavored gloss he smeared on your chin off with your thumb, the sheen of it inspiring thoughts of you having something else glistening and sticky on your mouth.
“You know,” you start, a small, cunning smile touching your kiss-bitten lips, “I would’ve worn those shorter skirts for you back in high school and college if you hadn't been such an insufferable dick the whole time.”
Sukuna groans, closing his eyes. “Fuck, I was an idiot. Shut up.”
Whoops ring out around the booth, glasses clinking and cheers yelled so loud you'd think your group is celebrating a big win. You even catch Nanami sneaking Choso a few bills.
“Wait, you guys bet on this?”
“Obviously!”
“And I bet a hundred bucks that he still has a big fat crush on you, maybe even likes you,” Shoko hums teasingly, brows wiggling at you.
“Oh, please. It was just a stupid dare—”
Sukuna pulls out his wallet and slaps some cash on the table which Shoko snickers and accepts like it's her winnings at a roulette in a casino while you gape at him.
“Why would you—”
A hooded, knowing yet lazy look is cast your way at the corner of his eye. “You know why. I like you, woman. A lot.”
You're the reason he keeps epipens on hand because he knows you're allergic to raw fruits but still likes to flirt with death by eating them. He's always got a spare hoodie or jacket in his car since you tend to forget yours. There's a collection of mangas he bought in high school that are no longer in print that he's saved for you because he knows you loved the series growing up from how you'd borrow them from the library. He threw out his old colognes once when you mentioned how the strong masculine ones hurt your nose. When Naoya came to apologise to you all battered and bruised, it was his busted knuckles that did that. He's always been smart but when he found out you were struggling in calculus, he studied harder and topped the class then made exam practice papers and urged Shook to give them to you without telling you who it's from. He quit smoking when he found out you hated it.
So yeah, if that handful of instances isn't proof enough that the terrifyingly built, imposing man with coral hair has feelings for you then your friends don't know what will.
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▶︎ Cloud 10 (short)
Your boyfriend suddenly reaching the avatar state when he’s close.
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▶︎ Legendary Lovers (short)
Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it.
▶︎ Jealous Type (short)
You clearly don’t understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours.
▶︎ Noble (ft. suguru geto) (oneshot — 8.7k wc)
In which the two leaders of two entirely different lifestyles have one other thing in common outside of their lordship—their addiction to you.
Satoru’s swift fingers are busy holding a screwdriver and twisting a few corks of your latest online shenanigans.
Did you buy a vanity because that one corner of your shared bedroom looked too empty and Satoru couldn’t resist your beady eyed look?
Yes.
Did he also look at your phone to see what the vanity looked like and just told you to add it to the cart without even looking at the price?
Yes.
As the official designated handy-dad of the family, he had taken it up himself to start reconstructing as soon as the packages had arrived on your front door step. With a low whistle and a hum, he starts his mini project of building your vanity.
“Baaaabe. Why does this thing have like- so much light bulbs? Are you trying to conduct an experiment in our room or something?” He calls out lazily, quirking a brow at the thick mirror which holds the lights made to provide a clear illumination for your daily grooming tasks. His hand slips slightly, and a few bolts that he was holding drop to the floor with a clatter, “Oh, shit—”
“…Shit!”
He freezes.
That was not you. That didn’t sound like you at all.
That was their baby. Mini you. Mini baby you. In her little oak crib, eagerly bobbing up and down on her chubby knees- the door wide open with a direct view of papa constructing mama’s new project. Sweet girl has been mimicking them both ever since she uttered out her first ‘mama!’
“…Oh.” His inhale is exhilaratingly long, “Oho.”
“…Shit!!”
“Okay, NO—” He’s already sprinting to the nursery, vanity already at the back of his mind, “Noooo. Don’t say that. Please. I beg of you. Mama is going to murder me. Can you say ‘mama’? or better yet, ‘dada?’ Dada? Please say dada.”
“SHIT!” She squeals happily, flapping her pudgy hands up and down excitedly, proud that she learnt a new word.
“WHY-”
His blood pressure heightens when he feels a presence behind him. He gulps. He’s faced curses that have levelled towers, have eaten people for fun. He’s faced the higherups squawking of systemically approaches. He’s even faced Nanami’s long speeches about taxes.
But this?
This is what he fears the most.
His pregnant wife. With a wooden spoon batting up and down in your hand- the tip dripping with his favourite curry sauce. Impending doom awaiting for him.
“‘Toru.”
He heaves a sob, “It’s not what it looks like. Please.”
hey girl i was thinking up this little one shot and it stemmed from ur otaku!gojo au and was wondering if i’d be ok w me publishing it to tumblr and maybe ao3 w the char idea credited to u? if not that’s totally fine bb and i totally understand, js wanted to ask before i got into writing anything
yes go ahead bbdoll! i totally allow inspo with credit! ao3 has a feature now where you can link the fic you were inspo'd from too. please tag me too on here so i can read it. i love to see what people come up with! tysm for asking bae.
PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ
𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟑 — 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢
⛧ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: nov 8th, 8:48 am
⛧ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞: tshirt with no panties + dubcon + edging + cunnalingus + squirting + backshots + brat!reader
⛧ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬: 3548
𝐧𝐧𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
A week into ‘No Nut November’ Toji already is feeling fidgety—not that he’d ever admit it. No, he was going to win and prove to you he wasn’t like those other chumps you dated in the past, pussy couldn’t control a man like him.
Yet a part of Toji has to know he is lying to himself.
Otherwise why the hell did he get out of bed last night at 3 am, dick stiff as fuck, while your ass was still asleep?
The job Shiu gave him could have waited a few more hours for daylight to break at least. But laying in bed, wide-awake and fully bricked, Toji's cock nearly jumped out of his sweats when he swore you softly moaned his name in your sleep.
Fuck he could practically smell your pussy too!
Toji couldn’t get the fuck outta that bed fast enough.
Speaking of jobs, he’d been taking more of them—anything to get him out of the house. Although he told you it was so you'd stop nagging him about bills—a big ol' lie.
Now, hours later after returning home, Toji steps out of the shower. Scoffing at his reflection, the grumpy look on his face is all thanks to his twitching hard-on practically waving back at him in the mirror.
Annoyance simmered in his chest. Toji wanted to call the whole fuckin' thing off but his pride had taken a hit the moment you goaded him into this ridiculous challenge. Your smug, off-hand comment about how he’d 'fold like an omelet' if he attempted 'No Nut November' had sealed it.
He couldn’t let that remark just slide.
It had only been a week so far but a chore from the start. A foolish experiment neither of you were built for. Restraint had never been either of your strong suits—not when you could barely keep your hands off each other for a single day, let alone thirty.
Even three years into the relationship, that much hadn’t changed. He’d fucked you so often, so thoroughly, he knew your body as well as his own—a truth that made this self-imposed abstinence feel less like a challenge and more like torture.
Toji knew you were struggling through all of this too. The way your thighs pressed together when he casually manspread on the sofa the other day had been proof of it. You tried to play it cool but your eyes betrayed you, locked on his cock like you could melt the fabric of his pants with sheer willpower alone. Squirming in your seat, you made it painfully apparent how badly you wanted him buried inside you, stretching you open like only he could—yet you also refused to give in.
Unfortunately, you were both as stubborn as all hell. Neither of you willing to bend first, even if it was driving you both insane.
*CRASH*
Hearing the shattering of glass, a sound Toji recognizes far too well by now, he makes his way to the kitchen.
Tsk—he’s told you over and over to just call for him when you want to reach the top shelf.
“Mamas, that lil’ short stack ass of y'ers better not be up on that counter again. I told ya—”
Toji grins widely upon entering the kitchen.
“....heh, ya fucking slutty ass minx.”
Caught red-handed, you’re balancing on your tippy toes on the edge of the kitchen counter, with one leg hiked up on a spice shelf for extra leverage. However, Toji was far less concerned with the fact you disobeyed him now that he’s seen your state of undress.
Like a starved predator his eyes rake ravenously over your exposed flesh—your entire ass and pussy poking out of one of his old t-shirts you often slept in. Toji licks his lips as he hones in on how even your puckered rear hole seems to clench tighter, sheepishly even, under his scrutiny.
“And just what do ya think y’er doing, slut?”
Frozen mid-stretch, you’d whip your head back to see Toji.
His arms are crossed over his broad, bare chest, still glistening with water droplets, giving him the appearance of a Greek god. The morning rays stream through the kitchen, casting a warm glow that highlights every chiseled inch of his body. The towel around Toji's waist hangs low, giving you a peek of the sleek black hairs leading down to—his completely bricked up erection aggressively poking through his towel.
“Nah, eyes up here slut.”
Toji snaps his fingers and you manage to rip your eyes away in order to roll them back, not letting him get away with any sass.
“I’m hardly a slut for trying to cook breakfast, Toji.”
Finally getting your mixing bowl at the sacrifice of 3 others, you safely plant both feet on the countertop.
“Nuh-uh, ya know what I fuckin’ mean, ma—heh, ain’t a slut but y’er tooting that fat ass up f’er me bare, knowing you shouldn’t even be up there in the first fuckin’ place."
Toji's grin widens deviously.
"I know y'er tyna tempt me lil' girl—so just give in. Just say ya want me t’ fuck ya mamas and I’ll do it.”
You bristle at his words—he had some nerve!
“As if! You’re the one who's been walking around with a loaded gun in your pants all week!”
“Yeah mama n’ ya been lookin’ at my dick like ya wanted me to bust this gun in ya for just as long.”
You fluster, caught. Thinking your drooling over the heavy cock in his pants had gone unnoticed, yet you were sorely mistaken.
“Now y’er walkin’ around without panties and in my shirts knownin’ what that fuckin’ does t’me—y'er not slick at all, ma”
Unfortunately, you don’t realize just how close to snapping Toji actually is as you stand your ground throwing more sass back at him.
“Get over yourself Toj! I’ll have you know I didn’t even have any last night either—you know the saying—gotta let her ‘breathe’.”
And that was the final straw.
Your heart races seeing the darkened look in his eyes, not to mention the smirk on Toji's face is absolutely diabolical now.
He’d woken up so early thinking he was going mad with arousal that he was manifesting you moaning for him and the smell of your sweet wet pussy only to realize you’d be practically advertising yourself to him all night—fuckin' taunting him to take a peek.
“Oh? She’s having trouble breathing, my favorite girl? Well then, looks like that stuffy lil’ cunt needs some mouth-to-mouth then, mamas.”
Before you can blink, your vision blurs as Toji moves with blinding speed, his Heavenly Restriction amplifying every motion to an imperceptible degree. Manhandling you roughly, Toji splays you out on your stomach across the marble counter of the kitchen island, sending whatever are on it crashing to the ground with the others you'd broken.
You don’t have to ask Toji ‘what in the hell he thinks he’s doing?’ as you figure it out as soon as you feel the baggy t-shirt fabric bunching at your upper back and his breath ghosting over your bare cunt.
Toji isn't surprised that you are already moist and leaking just from him calling you a slut a few times, your slutty lil cunt would get soaked for far less.
Toji anticipated that though and he is pleased that he can see the slick glossing your pussy lips as he pulls back a bit to admire the view. You looked like a freshly prepared breakfast platter to Toji, he didn’t need you cookin’ anything else either—just heat up that tight pussy of yours for him and he'd take his fill.
Placing a tender kiss on your ass cheek the gesture is almost an appology for whats to come as Toji quickly follows it up with a searing bite into you squishy flesh. Not leaving the other lonely, Toji graces gracing your other ass cheek with an open palmed spank.
You're trying not to squeal as he kneads your supple skin between his fingers, squeezing the fat of your ass posessively. However, Toji is displeased at you trying to hold back your cries and for that you're spanked harshly again. The force leaves a handprint burning in your skin as the sting pushes more gooey nectar out of your cunt.
“Nah, none of that holding back now slutty mamas, ya wanted this teasin’ me like that now I want ya to scream f'er me.”
Panting you attempt to resist him again, wanting to push yourself up off the counter but it's impossible when your feet aren’t even touching the floor. Your toes ghosts over the ground as you try to wiggle free. Yet your flimsy protests didn’t last long as your limbs go rigid once Toji peels back your sopping folds exposing your runny, twitchy pussy hole to him.
“Tsk, see that ,mama? Only a week without my mouth on ‘er and this silly slut of a pussy forgot how to breathe. Look at her strugglin, beggin' to be resuscitated.”
Keening lustfully at his lewd accusation, you chew on your plump bottom lip as his large rough tongue takes the first slow n’ savory swipe over your soaking pussy lips.
You couldn’t hold back any longer.
“C’mon, p-please eat me daddy, To—JIIIIIIAHH!”
Your begging is cut short as Toji latches his mouth to your fat cunt, tongue diving into your pretty peach like a man starved.
Oh okay, fuck! Why were you holding yourself back from this again?!
Real nasty with it, Toji is literally gargling on the juices seeping steadily from your creamy cunt. Slurping up your arousal like a man parched, Toji is unhinged and feral as he spits your fluids it back into your pussy before lapping it all up again with a deep swirl of his tongue.
Achring instinctively, your hands flail in an attempt to push Toji's head away, but all you manage to do is tangle up your fingers in his damp raven locks. Instead of dislodging him, your efforts have him burrowing his face deeper between your thighs, smothering himself in your creamy core.
Toji's thick tongue continues its prodding, flicking and stroking—mapping every inch of you as if to make sure your pussy hadn't changed in the week he'd gone without her. Releasing a deep guttural hum inside you, vibrations course through your body as his own sloppy groans of pleasure mix with your gasping cries for mercy.
The sensation is overwhelming, and just as you think you can’t take any more, his fingers find your swollen clit, strumming on it in a pace too cruel that only intensifies the pleasurable ache within.
“Fahh-HAHH!”
As white edges your vision and you begin falling into the throws of ecstasy—the first orgasm you had in a week—however, you wouldn't experience the sweet nirvana you crave just yet thanks to Toji cruelly ripping it away.
Smacking his lips with a satisfied sigh like he finally had his fill from a water fountain, Toji dislodges his face from your puffy and drenching pussy. You don’t even need to see Toji's face as you can practically hear the smirk plastered across his lips, still dripping with your juices messily stained all around his mouth and flowing down his neck.
“Admit it—”
Standing, Toji taps his cock on your sticky pussy lips, hypersensitive now from the way he’d just been aggressively munching on her like full-course meal. The knob of his cockhead, flushes red and angry as it pokes into your slippery entrance. The ring of muscle slowly opening wider to accommodate the large girth that threatened to impale your pretty lil' pussy fully at any moment.
“—admit you got that short slutty as of y’ers up on that counter to test me—and I’ll put it in.”
The fact is Toji was near his limit anyway and likely would have snapped later on that night if you didn’t try to tempt him like this. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if it was intentional—but he didn’t care at this point because truth be told he’d been looking for any little excuse to bend you over like this for the past 2 days.
“NNNGHH—not fair! TojiiiiiiEEEE!”
You pout, tears on the edges of your eyes as he delivers more smack to your jiggly cheeks, enjoying the way they ripple under his hand.
“Say what I wanna hear slutty mamas… n’ m’gonna give fat ma here what she's been craving all week…”
Toji exhales sharply, his breaths uneven as he watches globs of his pearlescent pre-cum ooze indiscriminately from his tip. Toji strokes the base of his shaft tightly, a calculated effort to control himself as the mere sensations and sounds of his tip only gliding against your soft squelchy pussy lips threatens to undo him entirely.
You could almost feel the desperation radiating off of him. He wanted this just as much as you did—asshole.
Although if anything, the truth is Toji broke first. However, while a part of you wanted to fight him on that, a bigger part of you couldn’t care less. Laid up on the counter with no leverage you knew he'd turn you out into his pretty lil’ cocksleeve if you did as he asked—and you did miss him fucking you like his personal pocket pussy.
“Hnnnn—FINE!”
You glance back over your shoulder at Toji, sweat beading on your furrowed brow, your bottom lip jutting out as you say the words that you know will have him pureeing your guts as soon as you do.
“Daddy, *sniff* m’sorwy m’just a bratty slut who just wants her tiny pussy fucked—m’so horny n’ I want you s’bad… n’thats why I got on the counter to show you how much she m-missed you!”
Like the little temptress you are, you wiggle your ass up towards him as best you can with your feet dangling.
Toji barks with laughter at the site.
“Heh, now was that so hard slutty mamas?”
Yet Toji couldn't delay andy longer, the little composure Toji had in the moment is lost as he thrusts himself deeply into you with a fierce snap of his hips.
The weight of him leaning into you and stretching your greedy hole that hadn’t been fucked in a week knocked all the air out of you—you couldn’t even scream. A paralyzing shiver jolts down your spine that reaches all the way down to your pussy, tightening enough it threatens to break Toji's dick in two.
“Fuuuck, mama. You’re s’tight, relax. Ngnnh—never doing this cuck ass shit again though baby….I’ll fuckin’ kill someone first.”
Toji’s voice carried a rare, almost whiny edge as he grits his teeth—muttering something along the lines of, ‘pussy gon’ kill me’.
You’re not able to think about that too hard though as Toji doesn’t remain still inside you for long. Jerking back, Toji pistons his hips into you, growling like an animal in heat.
Toji feels like a fuckin teenager again the way he's leaking precum into you. Gritting his teeth, Toji couldn't have imagained before this that a lack of pussy for 7 days would have his knees threatening to buckle.
Fuckin' hell, he wanted to cum already.
Lifting your hips up off the counter with his massive hands, your body ragdolls as Toji's sharp bullying hips completely turn your pelvis into mush. Toji's eyes dim to a dangerous forest green as he watches his cock be consumed by the thick supple lips of your pussy, disappearing deeply in your runny cunny over and over.
He'd gladly die like this if given the choice.
And you aren't fairing much better.
“HUUU, F—”
Words fail you as drool seeps from your slackened jaw, your brain being fucked completely smooth under the relentless onslaught. You can’t hold onto anything to ground you, even if the slippery marble countertop offered any kind of leverage. Toji’s thick, veined shaft scrapes mercilessly over that tender, spongy spot that has you seeing stars. When he bottoms out, slamming against your cervix, his balls slap against your swollen clit, sending bolts of white-hot electricity up your spine—like Toji’s sole intent is to shatter it and you entirely.
Your broken cries intermingle with Toji’s throaty growls, each one more primal than the last, mirroring the raw hunger driving his movements. His broad, muscular hands lift your hips effortlessly, spreading your soft flesh wide as his thumbs press insistently against the taut rim of your asshole, teasing and massaging it open.
A strangled raspy moan escapes your lips nearly choking you when his thumbs plunge inside your ass to hook and stretch it wide.
“P-Pweasee, n-not there D-Daddy—SHIIIIIIIT!”
You sob, your body trembling under the overwhelming sensations. The mix of burning desire and the relentless pressure makes you feel as though he might actually break you. It had been a while since Toji fucked you there, and you weren’t sure you’d survive the intensity of pleasure now after being dry a whole week.
Toji doesn’t answer immediately, his silence heavy and deliberate. When you finally muster the strength to glance back, your breath catches as you see him spit a thick loogie directly into your asshole.
“NNNN, Tojiiiish!”
Your voice pitches higher as his thumbs toy with your puckered rim, stretching it an indecent amount as he pushes it open before guiding it close again, only to repeat the process with more spit dripping into the tight opening. Before long, your ass is doused and full of his spit, just as your pussy is stuffed with his cock and pre.
Toji's other hand clamps down on your hip, gripping tightly as he uses it to drive you onto his cock, hitting your devastatingly sensitive spots with unrelenting precision. The wet, obscene squelch of your cum mixes with the sharp, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the room filled with the sinful symphony of your high-pitched moans and his raw, gravelly grunts.
On the brink, your body coils tighter with every thrust, every teasing stretch of his thumbs violating your puckered hole. The tension builds unbearably, pushing you closer and closer to that euphoric edge.
Toji is close too—you can feel it in the erratic, almost feral rhythm of his thrusts, his desperation mounting as he hurtles toward the edge. His grip tightens, nails digging half-moons into your sweaty skin as he pounds into you with rough, unrelenting force. A frenzied energy drives Toji, as if the only release that could satisfy him lies buried deep in your slobbering cunt. His balls draw up tight, his blood boiling in his veins as his body ruts into you on pure, unthinking instinct.
A helpless groan escapes his lips, raw and unrestrained, followed by a soft, unexpected whimper—so quiet it's almost undetectable by your ears but you must have heard it because your pussy pulses at the sound. Intoxicating, Toji's desperation laid bare, every ounce of control unraveling as he chases his release.
For the first time in ages, Toji feels disconnected from himself, his body reacting before his mind. Therefore, he doesn’t even register his release until he hears you scream, your walls clamping around him like a vice as his hot seed floods into you.
Your orgasm washes over you shortly after, your squirt gushing around making more of a mess of your kitchen island as the euphoric tension boils over.
Toji lowers your hips gently onto the counter removing his thumbs from you, bracing himself on his forearms to keep from crushing you. His breath is thick and swampy against your neck as he languidly rocks into you, until he pumps every drop of cum into your slutty lil pussy.
Stilling in you, Toji closes his eyes.
Fuck, he’d not cum that hard since the first time he fucked you.
Yet it's you who eventually breaks the silence.
“Y-You came before me, ‘ol man..”
Wearing a lopsided smirk, you lay exhausted and completely spent on the counter, appreciating how cool marble always stayed in this moment basking in your victory. You moan softly as Toji grumbles, getting up and pulling out of you causing your still sensitive walls to push out his plug of cum from your pussy— and you can feel it flowing down your shapely thighs.
“...so what I said earlier means fuck all, you know you technically lost No Nut November first huh, Daddy?”
You're radiantly smug, yet your victory was short-lived.
“Heh, you think we’re done? Don’t ya think I’m owed a lil’ more?”
Toji's voice, low and gravelly, sprouts goosebumps racing across your sticky skin. His cock, drowned in the mingled evidence of your arousals, swipes along the curve of your ass. His tip feels even more engorged than before as it presses insistently against your rear hole—that's still fluttering helplessly in the absence of his fingers.
Yet not leaving for long, his thumbs return to trail possessively over the taut ring of muscle, spreading it open a lil' wider to stuff his girthy fat cockhead in.
“Now mamas, ya know I’m a gamblin’ man. Best two outta, three..."
A smirk curls on Toji’s lips, as he can feel the shudder convulse all the way down your spine, puckering your ass tigher around his cockhead.
"...I didn’t spend all that time spreadin' this cute lil’ stink hole back here f'er nuttin', eh?”
𝐚/𝐧: next 12/14, 6:00 a.m. PST queued ryomen sukuna
toji daddy is a big pushover for your holes<3 lmk what you think! reblogs and comments make my ass tingle all nice <3
the jujutsu world needs you! yes you, to be its next pretty little pocket pussy.
sorcerers are some of the most stressed people on the planet. so jujutsu society has devised a plan that also creates ample job opportunities. with a revolutionary invention created with enough cursed energy and whoremones, portal pleasure was born. what's that, you ask? simple: a portal's created between your darling hole and a needy customer's appendage. fingers? tongue? cock? whatever they please. don't worry, your identity's never revealed to your client! can't say the same vice versa, though. . .
the pay's amazing. the pleasure's ample. how bad could it be? well, apart from being woken up in the middle of the night to the feeling of being stuffed full of cock cause the strongest came back from a midnight mission. or needing to hold yourself together on a train cause the king of curses had a bad day and is taking it out on the poor portal pussy.
even worse when you have to face clients on the daily who have no idea that you know exactly what their dick feels like. whoops.
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. so much fucking smut :: sex worker!reader :: glory hole ( I guess? ) :: p in v :: fingering :: rough sex :: f.oral :: dirty talk :: teacher!sukuna :: teacher!suguru :: sorcerer!choso :: sorcerer!higuruma :: guard!satoshi
“What are you talking about?” Satoru had a knack for coming up with terrible pick-up lines at the worst moments. You braced yourself for one that would surely cringe you out. He was your boyfriend, and he was cute, so you let most of them slide.
“Your tits, like every time I take off your bra, they disappear,” he awed, pushing your boobs up and down. He can't be fucking serious. “See, look, they are here,” he pushed the halfway off bra up, “and then they aren't!” pulling the bra back down.
Thwack!
Hurriedly picking up your clothes, you went into the living room, far away from Satoru Gojo. You could vaguely hear him recovering from the punch in the nose. It was a little impulsive, but it was on instinct. What prompted him to even say something like that?!
You weren't insecure about the size of your breasts, small tits, big heart, right? Most of the time you wore a bra that made your boobs appear significantly bigger, and you liked the look. He openly commented about it right before you were about fuck, it irked you, greatly. If he wanted to play hide and seek with your tits so badly, he just won't see them. Along with any other part of your body.
“C’mon, you know I didn't mean it like that. I love your boobs.” he pleaded, following you around the apartment. He had been annoying you since the incident, not leaving your side even while you were in the bathroom. “They are like cute little mosquito-”
Slam!
“Baby don't do this, it's not right!” his voice muffled behind the bathroom door. “At least let me back in the bed!” Satoru was banished from the bedroom after he tried using your right boob as a stress ball even though you threatened to kick him out if he didn't stop.
You thought he was asleep but the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile showing he indeed was awake. Thumb rolling over your nipple experimentally. Had he not made the comment about your boobs you may have let it slide and let him entertain you. Just as quickly as he was caught he was just as quickly kicked out.
“Talk to me, please.” Ignoring him you turned on the sink faucet to wash your hands, lathering the soap in between your hands. “I'm sorry for pretending to be asleep.”
Wow, the water pressure in this bathroom is so nice, but there needs to be a soap refill. Honestly, you were thinking of anything other than how Satoru was obviously pressed up against the door.
“I'm sorry for playing with them like that and for squeezing your boob the other night.” you could hear the pout in his voice, maybe a little remorse too. Turning off the water hoping he wasn't about to tackle you when you opened the door. “I'm sorry for calling you,” he snorted as though he were holding in a laugh, “a magician.”
